The morning came too bright, like the sky forgot how to be gentle. Yun woke up sweating even tho the air was cold, and his whole body felt weird, like something inside him kept stretching and shrinking at the same time. His bones ached, his palms itched, and every sound felt louder than normal. Even the rooster sounded like it was screaming through a war horn.

He sat up fast, almost too fast, and the stupid wooden bed cracked under him.

"Hey—HEY—don't break before me now," Yun muttered, rubbing the splinters.

His mother shouted from outside, "Yun, stop fighting furniture and come eat!"

"I ain't fighting—!" Yun tried to reply, but she was already gone.

He stood, legs shaking like jelly but also weirdly strong, like he could punch a cow. Maybe not a big cow, but like a small angry cow, maybe.

When he stepped outside, everything looked different. Not just different-different, but bigger and smaller at the same time. The mountains looked like they hiding something behind them. The sky felt like it was staring at him, waiting for him to blink first.

Yun swallowed hard.

"Something's wrong with me," he whispered.

But deep down somewhere warm he knew it wasn't wrong. It was HIM. Changing.

Shen Yu stood near the well, arms crossed. His robe was the same old torn one but somehow he looked… thinner, like he had spent the entire night thinking instead of sleeping.

"You awakened again," Shen Yu said without looking at him.

"How did you know?" Yun asked, scratching the back of his neck.

"You're glowing," Shen Yu replied.

Yun looked at his hands—and yelped.

There was a faint glow. Very faint. Like fireflies stuck under his skin.

"Is this normal??" Yun shouted.

"For you?" Shen Yu sighed. "I don't think anything normal applies anymore."

Yun puffed his chest. "Well… maybe I can control it!"

He raised his hand, trying to command the glow to do something cool. Maybe summon a spark? Or a beam? Or at least make his hand feel warm.

Nothing happened.

Except a fart escaped instead.

Shen Yu choked on his own breath, turning away fast.

"That wasn't— I didn't— I mean—" Yun sputtered, face redder than boiled crab.

Shen Yu coughed hard, pretending it was dust. "Very… impressive fluctuation of spiritual energy."

"Don't lie!" Yun shouted. "It was a fart!!"

Auntie Lin, who was feeding chickens nearby, shot Yun a look.

"Boy, control your backside, the heavens is listening."

Yun wanted to bury himself in the ground.

Training Begins… In the Dumbest Way Possible

Yun decided he needed training right now or else he'd explode like a lantern stuffed with too much fire.

"Teach me something!" Yun demanded. "Anything! A punch! A stance! How to not fart when my power comes out!"

Shen Yu pinched the bridge of his nose. "Fine. First, we test your physical strength."

Yun nodded, ready, excited, full of heroic fire.

"Lift that rock," Shen Yu said.

The rock was… not small. Not large. Just the kind of rock that mocked men for being weak.

Yun cracked his knuckles dramatically, bent down, grabbed the stupid rock and lifted it.

Just lifted it straight up like it was made of bread.

"HAHA!! I DID IT!!!" Yun yelled, spinning around like a man drunk on soup.

He lifted it again. And again. Then tried one-handed.

Then tried two rocks at once.

Then three.

Then he almost threw his back out.

Shen Yu watched quietly, nodding.

"Your bloodline is responding faster than expected."

"What bloodline?" Yun shouted, but Shen Yu only walked off mysteriously like he always does.

Night Falls – But the Sky Won't Keep Quiet

That night Yun couldn't sleep. His chest was buzzing. His bones humming. Every time he blinked he saw a flash of… something.

A tower of stars.

A throne made of silver fire.

A shadow shaped like a man but bigger than mountains.

Yun shook his head violently.

"Nope. Nope. I'm not hallucinating. I'm just hungry."

But something called him. A soft voice. A pulling feeling.

Like the night sky was whispering, "Come."

His body moved on its own.

He stepped outside, bare feet cold on the ground.

The sky above him seemed too alive. The stars shimmered in weird patterns, like forming letters in a language he didn't know but weirdly understood. Something pressed against his forehead, gentle but heavy.

He fell to his knees.

And then

The Vast Cosmos Awakens

Far beyond the mortal sky, far above the heavens, far past realms that even immortals fear stepping into…

There were beings.

Not humans. Not spirits. Not gods.

The Stellarborn.

A race older than suns.

Bodies made of burning nebula.

Eyes that saw entire galaxies blink like candlelight.

Voices that shaped destiny.

Hundreds of them floated around an enormous throne of white stars—each star humming with life older than creation.

One of the Stellarborn raised its glowing arm.

"THE CHILD OF THE ASTRAL ROOT HAS AWAKENED."

Another spoke, voice echoing like thunder inside eternity.

"The King of Stars… the heir… he lives again."

A third trembled with excitement.

"The cosmos calls to him. He hears us."

A final figure, the largest, surrounded by swirling galaxies, leaned forward and whispered with a voice that made constellations tremble

"Yun… my child… come home."

Back in the Village

Yun clutched his chest, gasping. The night sky vanished. The visions snapped away.

But the voice stayed.

It echoed in him, low, warm, terrifying.

Come home…

Yun shook violently.

"No. I'm not going anywhere! I'm—I'm just Yun from Starfall Village!"

But deep inside his bones, his blood answered differently.

His blood whispered:

You are more.

Become more.

Awaken more.

And Yun, for the first time, didn't feel scared.

He felt… ready.

Ready to be strong.

Ready to grow.

Ready to find out why the entire cosmos was calling his name.

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